[as for travis, he's never been really bulky, and he never will be; not even the version of him a couple decades along can get away from that built-in lanky frame. in person, though, it's easier to tell that he and jim are close to the same age-- and that stuffy politeness is more easily offset by his earnestness.
so he is just a dork. that's a relief.]
It's setting in now, I guess. [he reaches for his phone, making the kitten in his lap stir, and leans over to show jim a couple posts.] I was reading the message boards on here while I was waiting for you. We're not alone here. Not by far.
That's good... but don't force yourself to take on too much too soon. It's human nature to do that, I think. Some fear is healthy and you have to let yourself process it.
(when travis leans over, kirk takes the opportunity to stroke the kitten's head with the back of his finger before redirecting his attention to the phone.)
What sorts of messages are there? Do you think they're all like us? Displaced or transported from other worlds?
(it's a clear dodge. in the future, captain kirk will be a master of manipulating conversation and avoiding unwanted topics. cadet kirk, however, is still learning how to wield his charisma.)
And we're trained for these scenarios. It'll be easier for us to acclimate than the others. "People like us." (automatically, his hand comes to rest on jeane's side, ensuring she doesn't topple over in its overzealous attack on his pantleg. he loves her already, which shows in the gentle, upward crease of his brow. with his opposite hand, he types out a message on his device—a check-in with spock.)
Excuse me. I'm not trying to be rude, it's just protocol to give the Lieutenant an update every fifteen minutes. I'm not supposed to be on missions yet. (this is bound to get tiresome, but he seems content to follow spock's orders—especially when he's been allowed to come out with travis.) ... so, uh, did you come with the cat? You seemed to imply she was already here, but I didn't think to ask before.
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so he is just a dork. that's a relief.]
It's setting in now, I guess. [he reaches for his phone, making the kitten in his lap stir, and leans over to show jim a couple posts.] I was reading the message boards on here while I was waiting for you. We're not alone here. Not by far.
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(when travis leans over, kirk takes the opportunity to stroke the kitten's head with the back of his finger before redirecting his attention to the phone.)
What sorts of messages are there? Do you think they're all like us? Displaced or transported from other worlds?
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[jeane mewls, hopping over to paw curiously at kirk's leg.]
Anyway, I think they are. Lots of talk about the 'locals' and how many months they've been here. I think the forum's just for people like us, even.
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(it's a clear dodge. in the future, captain kirk will be a master of manipulating conversation and avoiding unwanted topics. cadet kirk, however, is still learning how to wield his charisma.)
And we're trained for these scenarios. It'll be easier for us to acclimate than the others. "People like us." (automatically, his hand comes to rest on jeane's side, ensuring she doesn't topple over in its overzealous attack on his pantleg. he loves her already, which shows in the gentle, upward crease of his brow. with his opposite hand, he types out a message on his device—a check-in with spock.)
Excuse me. I'm not trying to be rude, it's just protocol to give the Lieutenant an update every fifteen minutes. I'm not supposed to be on missions yet. (this is bound to get tiresome, but he seems content to follow spock's orders—especially when he's been allowed to come out with travis.) ... so, uh, did you come with the cat? You seemed to imply she was already here, but I didn't think to ask before.